Hidden Paradise (Ziall)

Diva (Chapter 5)

So here it finally is. The chapter.... yeah. This one was written by me, and the next one will be from my wifey. And I promised my other wifey, Akshaya_1Dlover, that I would dedicate this to her so here it is! :D Hope you all like it! And it's obviously written in 3rd person view aka the writers view

  Waking up this morning was different from any other. All he heard was whispers and arguing, and he couldn’t help but feel grumpy. Why would anyone wake him up from such a lovely sleep?

  He turned a bit, rolling onto his stomach, but couldn’t help but notice the fact that he felt a bit uncomfortable. He could’ve sworn that there were some pillows there last night. At least he thinks those were pillows….

  But none of that stopped him from continuing his mission to sleep again. Instead he focused on the soft pillow, this one he was sure was a pillow, and grinned to himself of joy. It wasn’t exactly the sleep itself that he enjoyed. It was more the part where he could lie and feel the softness drink him in as he was completely relaxed and alone with his thoughts. That’s why he never came out of his room until it was about 3 o’ clock in the afternoon. Not because he was actually sleeping, but thinking. Like he was doing now. The only thing that was bothering him, that the whispers were still going, and he was growing irritated with each seconds. What the hell were his sisters doing in his room anyways.

  He got a bit curious, and couldn’t sleep either ways, so he decided to focus on the voices. It wasn’t until he started listening to the words that he realized that those weren’t female voices. But neither was it his dad, because one; he didn’t talk like that and two; as far as Zayn was concerned his father didn’t chat with himself on daily terms. No sane person would.

  At the time when he realized that someone beside his family was in the room was the time that he realized that he was most certainly not on his soft bed. This was hard and cold and uncomfortable. And there was a breeze running under his thick duvet which made him feel disturbed and cold. But the cold was not as annoying as the bloody voices that were still talking!

  He focused in on the conversation, for real now, and realized who’s voices they were. Liam’s, Harry’s, Louis’ and Niall’s. Of course. How could he had forgotten that he was camping with them. Idiot. But no time to think of that. Now that he knew who it was he was going to eavesdrop, just because he was cool like that.

  “I can’t wake him up!” a voice hissed lowly and I couldn’t help but wonder who this ‘him’ dude was.

  “Neither can I!” another voice rushed in, using the same tone as the former.

  “Don’t look at me, I think he looks to adorable to be woken up.” a thick Irish accent said, before something like a hand slapping against skin echoed around and I couldn’t only imagine it being Niall slapping his hand across his mouth. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

  “You sure did, mate.” Louis told him cheekily, looking over to the sleeping boy -or so he thought. “But I don’t blame you. He does look goddamn cute and cuddly. Especially last night. He clung on me like a baby with it’s teddy bear.”

  “He did that to me too.” Niall rushed in, for some strange reason -which he didn’t even know himself- bragging to the boys that Louis wasn’t the only one who got some Zayn attention tonight.

  “Alright, you lot seem pretty excited about that…” Harry pointed out, but shrugged it off after a minute or two. Niall and Louis probably just wanted Zayn to be their best friends. Although something did seem a bit off with that. Friends competing with each other over a person never ended well.

  “What did you guys do last night?” Niall asked, changing the subject to maybe feel a little less confused and awkward over his slight Zayn affection outburst.